Lego House

two: locked

chapter two

LOCKED

It had been two days since the dinner but since then she had been immobilized on her bed. She did nothing but to lie there, sleeping and refusing to move to face anything. Dara dragged herself finally to sit up. She sat on the edge of her bed, head lowered and her long hair falling on a messy curtain.

She missed him. She terribly missed him but like always he had been the cruel bastard. No calls, no text messages, no show and she was near dying. Her tears fell on a straight steady line as sob wrecked her body. Stupid on how she kept clinging on him when he obviously was just pushing her away. On the three year on and off relationshit that they have he did nothing but to hurt her, may it be physically or emotionally but there she was clinging to him like he was her only salvation. Fuck him!

Her cries echoed all over the room as she began knocking and throwing things, thrashing and releasing all the pain and anger that her heart was pumping all over her body, a poison carried by her blood. Just when she thought she was used to him inflicting pain on her in every way possible there she was drowning from it. She felt like she was plunging into cold and dark water and no matter how she tried to swim for the surface she was just plunging deeper, drowning more. Standing up, Dara fell weakly on the floor before she lied down and looked at her ceiling. Pathetic, simply pathetic.

After the dinner with her fiance, she went to drive her way to the club TOP was into to see him. She did see him. She saw him drunk and high with a girl underneath him. Nothing new, he was screwing someone again. What did she do? She did the usual drill. Pry them off each other before lunging herself to the girl whom she grabbed by the hair and slammed her head on the wall. She was shrieking and shaking mad but what did he do? Like usual, he punched her.

Dara felt herself curled into a tight ball, trying so hard to stop herself from crying. This was not right, she knew but why does she stays anyways? "Fuck you!" She screamed and began throwing things once more until all remaining strength in her finally left her. Gently, she looked at her hands. They both earned cuts and now bathing in blood. Pushing herself up, she went to her bathroom. The moment she stood up underneath the shower, it automatically opened dousing her  with cold water that seemed like needles pricking her skin but she was all numbed.

It took her twenty minutes before she went out of the bathroom, naked and dripping wet. Fucked up, that's the only thing to describe her. She was fucked up. Her room was dark but the moment she raised her head, he was standing there, looking at the city below. Soon, the smell of his cigarette filled the room. "What the fuck are you doing here?" She sneered.

Top turned to look at her. His eyes ran from her head down to her toes. Just like when he first met her, she was the most beautiful girl he had landed his eyes on. Leaning on the glass wall of her room, he pocketed both hands. "Can't I see my girlfriend now?" He smirked. Dara let out a disbelieving chuckle, "Fuck you too," she retorted, walking to her walk in closet to get clothes.

"Come on, Dara." Top sighed before letting his cigarette fall on the carpet which he stepped on to kill.

"Get out, Top." She hissed back determined to keep her ground. Top followed her inside the closet pulling her by the arm.

"Look..." he sighed once more. Dara rolled her eyes.